The river contracted a hill, which was used to grow peaches, which was connected to the pig farm, and the peach forest also became a place for pigs to let go.

The peaches on this hill are the third year of fruit, and the yield is not high, more than 20,000 catties.

Mrs. Fang didn't take it seriously, and casually gave the purchase price of three yuan a catty, which was the heart of An Fangyan and Junhai.

After all, the pig farmer is indeed very fond of children, it is said that as soon as Fang Yan went back, he bought Fang Yan a foal and a ewe, if he had no money, Fang Yan's living standard would also decline, and they would also feel distressed.

After all, he is a child who has been raised for so long, even if he is not biological, it is impossible to lose his feelings all of a sudden, and I still hope that he will live well with his father.

As a result, Mrs. Fang didn't expect that a few days later, not only the parents in the villa area called her, but even the person in charge of the supermarket asked her if she still had peaches, because they were all sold out.

"This peach doesn't look good on the outside, but it tastes really good, and anyone who buys it once is a repeat customer." The person in charge of the supermarket said on the phone, "The peaches are not cheap now, and the unpalatable ones are three or four yuan a catty, and the imported ones are more than ten or twenty pounds...... I raised the price of this batch of peaches to seven yuan a catty, and someone bought it. ”

Mrs. Fang also hung up the phone calls of several neighbors in the villa area asking for fruits, and her expression was a little complicated.

I thought it was a middle-aged fat man who gave alms to raise pigs, but I didn't expect it to take advantage of myself.

Junhai crossed his waist and said proudly: "That's my Jiang Dad!" Peaches are nothing, but the pigs he raises are delicious! Let me tell you, he doesn't use feed, he raises pigs in green, and the fruits he grows can't be sold are all given to pigs, so the pork is so delicious. ”

Mrs. Fang thought of the bacon fried by Junhai, and had to admit that the middle-aged fat man surnamed Jiang did have a hand in raising pigs.

"How's your study?" Mrs. Fang turned her head and asked her son, "Your father Jiang has no worries now, you promised me to study hard." ”

The smile on Junhae's face instantly stiffened.

Since he promised to study hard, his biological parents found him two more teachers, one to teach him calligraphy and the other to teach him piano.

Junhae said that he prefers guitars, which are handsome.

But the Fang family and his wife refused, saying that the guitar was not elegant enough, and the piano was an elegant instrument.

For Junhae, elegance equals high pressure, and he learns it very painfully.

"I'm learning, I'm learning." He was perfunctory and weak, and he lost the pride he had just now, and returned to the room with heavy steps.

Mrs. Fang glanced at it, and the corners of her mouth hooked.

**

On the other side, Fang Yan went home with the leftover pork belly.

My father was generous, and he knew that they were going up the mountain to barbecue, so he directly cut a large piece of meat and brought it to them.

But today's protagonist is sweet potatoes, the friends set up a kiln to bake sweet potatoes, and the potatoes were also baked a lot, and after eating, they played cards, and a group of children went crazy.

I didn't eat much of this barbecue, and there was still leftover.

I didn't expect my son to bring back barbecue meat for himself, Jiang He was to boast.

"Ouch, my son baked it with his own hands, Dad must try it."

Jiang He recently managed to lose ten pounds by changing his diet and exercising, but he still looks fat. Regarding the weight loss taboo offered by his own son, he did not shirk it at all, and he ate wrongly

Changxiang.

Fang Yan was a little embarrassed: "My skills are not good, and I don't bake them very well." ”

If it were my father, he would definitely be able to bake it better, I heard that he had opened a barbecue stall, and even those friends had verified his skills.

Jiang He boasted: "Where, son, you are very talented." ”

It's already nice to bake it like this for the first time, and it doesn't have to be too raw or burnt. It is conceivable that this child must have turned the meat very often and sprinkled the spices very carefully when he roasted the meat.

"Ouch, I can open a barbecue stand with my father." Jiang He began to blow his son brainlessly again, blowing Fang Yan's face was flushed, and he grabbed his hair shyly and smirked.

Jiang He also laughed, Junhai was overconfident, Fang Yan was overly inferior, but he was confident that there were a bunch of faults, and his inferiority complex was excellent.

Hmph, the Fang family husband and wife are really not good at raising children!

Thinking of this, he went back to his room and sent a text message to Junhai, bear with it, his Junhai is good enough, he doesn't need to swallow his breath!

Junhae is about to learn to be stupid now.

Seven days a week, in class every day, and being made by the teachers of various subjects to collapse, Junhai couldn't help but wonder if he was a paramecium. Until he saw Jiang's father's text message, he immediately rebelled.

"I'm quitting!" After he answered the phone call from his biological parents, he roared directly, "I don't want to go from morning to night!" It's the holidays! Holiday! Holiday! I want to play! ”

"I'm still a child, and it's in the nature of children to play!"

"The misfortune of childhood must be made up for in my life, and if I am unhappy in the future, you have exploited my childhood!"

What can the Fang family and his wife do?

They could only speed up and finish the work, and then rush home to suppress the uprising's own son.

They only knew that their sons from the grassroots, full of petty citizen thoughts, would not adapt to the life of the upper class, but they did not know that they would be so uncomfortable.

Han's son always compares them with middle-aged fat people who raise pigs, saying that they are not as good as Jiang's father, Jiang's father will give up his business for his son, and they are the opposite.

The couple argued, they worked so hard for the sake of their children, and everything they did in the future was not inherited by him?

Han's son immediately squirted back, he said that he had no ambition, and he was very happy to inherit a pig farm, and they were the ones who were insatiable for money.

Mr. Fang worked hard to get his son to understand their responsibilities as husband and wife.

"There are so many employees who rely on their parents for food......

Junhae retorted again: "So employees are more important than sons, right?" Business is more important than sons, isn't it? Money is more important than a son, isn't it?! ”

In the end, he couldn't help but want to cry, and his eyes were red.

When Jiang's father was the hardest, he would rather carry him to sell barbecue and walk a long mountain road on his back than stuff him to his neighbors.

Children who are pampered and grow up and have a way out can't stand being wronged.

Junhae bargained with his biological parents and finally reached the result of studying for three days and one day off.

Fang Yan called over to congratulate Junhai on the success of the uprising, "I could only rest for half a day on seven days of vacation before, you are really amazing." ”

Although he also loves his adoptive parents, he still feels that his father is better than his infinite indulgence and pampering.

Junhai also had palpitations, "That calligraphy, piano or something, me."

It's all on,

Now I only make up for my homework and English in primary school...... That's right

There's also a etiquette, I really don't understand, it's not that I don't know how to eat, why do I need to learn this hemp thing? ”

It's so bad that he can't eat well now.

"If you learn table manners, why do you have to learn Western? I don't like steak...... Oh, that French table manners are the most annoying, you know, I ate a meal for three hours! Junhae roared on the phone, "That's it, the problem is that I'm going to eat snails!" Oh my God, is that what people eat?! ”

"What caviar, what truffles, what salmon...... I want to die of eating, and what about world cuisine, this is all about world cuisine? ”

Junhae complains endlessly, he feels like he's been, and the person who poured his forces him to admit that the is delicious.

Fang Yan was successfully disgusted, and he didn't even want to eat dinner tonight, tonight his father said that he would make him pork chop rice.

And the Fang family couple who bargained with their biological son for most of the day only felt tired.

They began to miss Fang Yan, why didn't Fang Yan complain so much? Didn't Fang Yan grow up like this? Accompanied by a housekeeper and assistant, he goes to cram school every day, and he learns knowledge, but he doesn't have to worry about running out to make bad friends and become bad......

Why can't my own son learn to learn the Fang Banquet?

Wait, Fang Yan?!!!

How long has it been since Fang Yan called? Half of this holiday has passed, isn't he crazy in the countryside? How long has it been since you studied?

The two couples found that the situation was urgent, and quickly dialed Fang Yan's phone and ordered him to go back to the provincial capital to accept the study package.

"It's time to study at your age! Yes, Mom and Dad know that studying is hard, but what you are learning now is your confidence to face the unknown future! ”

The husband and wife of the Fang family are still thinking about Fang Yan, how competitive this society is, how can they do it without learning more things.

Fang Yan, who had never played like this in his life, only felt that the rural life was too happy to live, couldn't help but bow his head and pull the old man's shirt.

He didn't want to go back to the city, he didn't want to study all day long, he thought piano, painting and calligraphy were not interesting to grow vegetables and fish.

"Mom......" Fang Yan squeaked, "I can't find an excuse to go back to the provincial capital." ”

"You can ask him for valuables, and your biological father will give up when he realizes that he can't afford to raise you." Mrs. Fang covered her brain, which had been overused recently because of fighting with her own son, and she only felt that this holiday was really long and tired for her.

"Fang Yan, you have to know how humble the people at the bottom of the society who have no money in this world live, you have the qualifications to become a master, people go to a high place, your father is a pig farmer really can't support you."

Pig raisers?

Fang Yan reflexively felt harsh, he rarely resisted after more than ten years of habitual obedience to his adoptive parents' orders.

"Mom, I don't need to be entrusted by others, I will work hard myself!" He gritted his teeth, "It's true that he is a pig farmer, but he is the most beloved person in the village, he will help the neighbor's grandfather repair farm tools, help the grandmother water and grow vegetables, and ride the child who misses his parents around his neck...... I don't think he's inferior to you in terms of morality...... No, it's better than you, at least he won't speak ill of people behind his back! ”

His eyes were slightly red, and he resisted the urge to yell at his phone: "I don't want to go back!" I think it's good to be in the countryside, and it's good to inherit my dad's pig farm and be a pig farm owner! ”

straight

to the phone is hung up,

The Fang family and the couple were still confused.

When they come to their senses,

I couldn't help but feel dizzy.

It's only been a long time, less than two months, right? The own son shouted to go back to the countryside, but the adopted son actually said that he didn't want to come back!

; The pig farm in the countryside is so charming!

Could it be that they are wrong to invest in supermarkets, engage in real estate, and develop high-tech?

**

"Fang Yan, Dad wants to pull watermelons to the county seat, can you be at home alone? I'll let Xiaoshanzi accompany you. Jiang He carried two loads of watermelons and put them on the edge of the shed next to the house, while talking to his son.

People who have cars in the village will build a shed next to the house to put their cars.

The pickup is full of watermelons, and the bamboo basket is padded with a lot of straw, and the watermelons can be placed in it to avoid the road to the greatest extent, causing them to break.

Fang Yan looked at the cart of watermelons and hurriedly asked, "Dad, where can I sell this watermelon?" ”

"The Sihai supermarket in the county town had bought our peaches before, and I told the person in charge of the supermarket that the watermelon was also quite sweet, and he asked me to pull it to the county seat, and the county has cold chain transportation."

Jiang He once again frowned at the state of the roads in Jinshi Village, saying that if a road was built, the villagers would be able to sell some agricultural products, and the young people would not be left to work, leaving the elderly and children in the village.

Fang Yan's ears pricked up.

Sihai Supermarket, isn't it a supermarket chain opened by an adoptive mother?

Jiang He had already gotten in the car and was about to leave, so Fang Yan had to catch up and yell twice: "Dad, don't sell it cheaply, our melons are delicious!" ”

The peaches his father planted were delicious, the watermelons were also delicious, sweet but not greasy, he could eat half of them with a spoon, and his belly was almost broken.

The most common thing for the father and son to do was to fall on the chaise longue under the grape trellis after eating the watermelon, and sometimes Fang Yan didn't want to speak, so he would stare blankly at the small and green grapes above his head, fantasizing that he would be able to eat sweet and delicious grapes in two or three months.

He didn't doubt that the grapes would be unpalatable, could the fruit his father grow be untasty?

Waiting for Jiang He to leave in the pickup truck, Fang Yan went home by himself.

After a while, Xiaoshanzi came.

He said to Fang Yan: "Brother Yan, my grandmother said that Uncle Jiang would not have time to come back tonight, and she would cook." ”

Seeing him coming, Fang Yan said: "Xiaoshanzi, you wait a while, I'll bring the watermelon, let's eat the watermelon together." ”

Fang Yan fished out a watermelon from the vat, he really wanted to throw the watermelon in the refrigerator, but his father didn't give it, saying that it was too cold and he was afraid of diarrhea.

A watermelon is cut in half, a spoon per person, and eaten under the grape trellis.

Every now and then, clucking chickens walk by, peck at their fallen flesh, and pull out a bubble of.

When Fang Yan saw this scene, he suddenly couldn't eat it anymore.

He sighed in his heart, looked at the watermelon that still had a lot of flesh left, and simply broke it and threw it into the corner to feed the chickens.

More than a dozen chickens rushed up and rushed to peck at the watermelon skin, as if they also felt the summer heat and needed to eat some watermelon to reduce the fire.

Xiao Shanzi glanced at it, and was a little puzzled by Fang Yan's exquisiteness.

"Brother Yan, the countryside is like this, you have to get used to it." His grandparents often ate after sweeping pig manure, and if they were as particular as Fang Yan, they wouldn't have to live.

"I still need time." Fang Yan said with a bitter face, "I've been working hard to get used to it. ”

For example, he is now accustomed to it

accustomed to the road,

for fear of stepping on the dung of cows and horses on the road,

Of course, he wouldn't let Bai Xue be so sloppy, and Bai Xue had a dung bag tied to the back of her buttocks.

Xiao Shanzi suddenly said, "No wonder Uncle Jiang said that he wanted to build a chicken farm on the mountain, it must be because of you." ”

"No, my dad said that the mountains are not fully utilized, only pigs are wasted, and he also said that he wants to grow more peaches, plums and strawberries." Fang Yan said, feeling a little happy in his heart.

His father said that watermelon and peaches were Junhae's favorite fruits, and he said that he liked strawberries, so his father planted strawberries.

After eating the watermelon, Fang Yan estimated the time and called Junhai.

When the phone was connected, I heard Junhai complain, "Fang Yan, my parents—oh, your adoptive parents scolded me!" ”

Fang Yan, who has been picked on by the Fang family and his wife since he was a child, but is rarely scolded, was a little surprised, and asked curiously: "Why are they scolding you?" ”

Adoptive parents are elegant and face-loving people, and it is unimaginable to scold their children for such a thing.

"They saw the results of my vacation make-up classes." Jun Hae muttered endlessly, "Obviously, you have already passed...... They were very unhappy with my exam papers, but I was also unhappy with them as my parents, and I was not furniture, just put it in the room. ”

"They use their home as a hotel, and they only come back occasionally, and they tell me every day that they work overtime, and the company is much more important than their son." Junhae said unhappily.

Fang Yan couldn't help but be silent.

In fact, during this time, the adoptive parents have changed a lot, and he once had a record of not seeing his adoptive parents for a year, and even went to his grandparents' house for the New Year.

Junhai sighed and concluded: "Everyone is unqualified, so let's bear with each other." ”

When the son is unqualified, and the parent is not qualified, it is better to take a step back from each other!

In the end, he asked Fang Yan again as usual if he wanted to change it back, and after receiving a negative answer, he hung up the phone regretfully.

Fang Yan couldn't help but sigh old-fashionedly, he didn't know whether to sympathize with Junhai or his adoptive parents, so the fastidious couple was so angry that they opened their mouths and scolded them regardless of their face, which shows that Junhai is also quite good.

There are few old people in Jinshi Village, and most of the watermelons planted are sweet for the children at home, and after hearing that the watermelons were sold in the river, the old village chief who also planted watermelons on a slope came over and asked him how much he could sell for a catty.

"Six cents a pound."

The village chief suddenly came to his senses, "Isn't it only two cents to send it to the town for wholesale?" More than three cents at most. ”

Jiang Hedao: "My melon is sweet, and this melon is sent to the provincial capital, and it can't be sold at this price in the town or even in the county." ”

The village chief also tasted the watermelons planted by the river, and immediately had nothing to say, and asked curiously: "How did you grow them?" "Why is it so much sweeter than other people's grows?" Isn't the variety different? ”

Jiang He thought for a while, "It should be a fertilizer problem, I have also chased fertilizer for peaches, but the time is too short, and it is not as good as watermelon." ”

After the village chief went to see the farmer's green ecological fertilizer in Jianghedui, he was silent for a while and asked, "Jiang Zai, can you teach everyone to grow watermelons next year?" ”

There are many sandy and sloping lands in Jinshi Village, and if watermelons can be sold for six cents a catty, the villagers can earn thousands of yuan more.

Jiang He didn't refuse, and even gave him advice, "Our village is quite suitable for growing fruits, peaches, plums and strawberries are quite suitable, I will teach everyone to grow fruits next year." ”

In this life he was a pigger,

It's impossible to break away from the people and go to the mall, but who says that the countryside can't get rich?

In addition to being a pig king, he can also be a fruit king.

**

When Jiang He came back from the county seat, he picked out a few exercises for Fang Yan by the way.

Fang Yan didn't take it to heart until he realized that he had made a few math problems wrong.

"I didn't expect Dad to be quite discerning, he can find such a difficult set of Olympiad questions."

Fang Yan muttered as he did it, and then answered with great interest.

After studying for two hours, Jiang He came over to interrupt his learning process.

"Xiaoyan, come and brush your snow, and then follow me to drive the pigs."

Fang Yan threw away the exercises and happily went to brush the pony, the combination of work and rest is very good.

After brushing the horse, Fang Yan rode a foal and strolled down the country road.

The children of the village followed the pony's butt with envy.

Although there are two horses in Jinshi Village, the two horses are not white, their appearance is not high, and the owner is not diligent enough to bathe them every day, and the children do not like the smell on their bodies.

"Prince Charming, can you ride it too?" A five-year-old girl chased after her, her face was tanned like a monkey's buttocks, but her eyes were shining, and she was still quite cute.

Fang Yan refused, "You are still young, you can't ride." He patted the horse under his seat, "And my horse is a girl, and its name is Bai Xue, not a prince." ”

If it were Snow White, too.

"Hee-hee, I'm calling you." The little girl looked up at Fang Yan, "Brother Yan, you are like a prince on a white horse." ”

Fang Yan coughed lightly, this country kid is too sincere.

He said reservedly: "You can ride for a while, and I'll lead the horse." ”

Fang Yan took the little children to sneak around the village twice, and finally rode up the mountain on the snow.

His father's pigs were wandering under the peach tree, and the fruit on the peach tree had almost been picked, and only a few were left on each tree for the birds to eat.

When he came to the pig farm, Fang Yan jumped off the horse.

He had already learned to ride a horse when he was in Fang's house, but his father forbade him to ride a fast horse, saying that it was too dangerous, and Fang Yan had just learned it, so he didn't have the courage to ride too fast.

Fang Yan helped drive the pigs and asked, "Dad, is this one of the secrets of the special flavor of pork?" I've heard that pigs don't raise delicious pork. ”

Jiang He took a long bamboo pole to drive the pigs: "Yes, don't look at our pigs are not as fat as other people's, but the meat quality is definitely a big cut!" When the Chinese New Year is approaching, Dad smokes bacon with sugarcane leaves, which is called fragrant. ”

A group of black pigs were driven by bamboo poles and reluctantly drilled into the pig barn.

After Fang Yan asked about the price of the pork sold by his father, he was distressed, "It's cheap, it's too cheap!" The meat quality of these pigs is so good that doubling it is not expensive. ”

Such delicious meat can't be compared to five-star hotels, it's really too uncommercial.

Jiang He smiled embarrassedly, "Dad's pig is the highest price in the town, and even in the county, and the consumption level is here, so I can't improve it." ”

"But the price of these pigs doubles every year during the Chinese New Year." Jiang He was particularly proud, "At that time, there would be a lot of rich people who ordered pigs, and there were even those who flew to order pork in the past." ”

This is also the most proud thing of the original owner, who can blow for half a lifetime.

"Then you can only make a lot of money during the New Year, and the price of meat is still too cheap in normal times." Fang Yan remembered the business knowledge he had learned in the Fang family in the past, and gave him an idea, "Dad, you can't just wait for the Chinese New Year, you usually have to sell at a high price, the consumption level in the county is not high, and there are many rich people in the country." ”

Jiang He sighed, "Son, you also saw the road in our village, and this pork is not fresh when sold to the county seat."

When Fang Yan heard this, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.!